I am mist hovering among oblivion
With no sense of right and left,
I simply do not now which way to go
Alas, a light, at the end of the road, could that be my true north?
I reached, pushed, kicked, and wiggle my way toward the light
but there on the same spot I remained
Finally I reached my mental limit and stopped struggling altogether
The light is still there, and will always be there, but I stopped caring
But even though I looked the other way, deep down inside I know, it's there where I should be
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